NaPoWriMo #4: The Wolf Mother: For SS
you aren’t just punching keys
and hitting buttons on the other
side of the screen, you come
equipped with Mama Bear claws
ready to pounce on belligerent
individuals who dwell in insouciance.
I imagine you grimacing mockingly
at people who are senseless as
they make demands for something
we cannot do.
you don’t need a cape, yet you’re
out here saving us from verbal abuse
and people who haven’t had their
share of walking over hot coals
in a world not meant for many of us.
I tip my hat to you — with tons
of markets flashing before your
eyes as you monitor their moves,
you still have time to say,
“Good morning!” and on
some days, that means more
than the breaths I take to
continue this life.
I believe you have our best interests
at heart and even though we
may cut up and find ourselves
on the happier sides of time throughout
the day, you honor your role
making sure we are held to task.
it takes a mighty woman to
sit back and say, “I am not trained
in that area, but let me point
you to someone who is” and
lean into her badge of vulnerability —
of simply being human.
if you don’t know just who you are
to us, let me be the first to dub
you wolf mother — pack gatherer extraordinaire,
we all fall in line because we want to
not because we’re demanded to,
and there’s the difference between a leader
with willing followers versus one
who has to beg them.
I am doing a series of poems for the ladies who form our workforce management team at work. They truly are a gift. This is the second of three. Thank you for reading and listening too. Peace and blessings